it is complete now
two ends of time are neatly tied
a one-way street
she's walking to the end of the line
and there she meets the faces she keeps in her heart and 
mind
they say goodbye
tomorrow Wendy's going to die

underneath the chilly grey november sky
we can make believe that Kennedy is still alive
we're shooting for the moon
they say good try
tomorrow Wendy's going to die

I told the priest
don't count on any second coming
God got his ass kicked
the first time he Came down here slumming
He had the balls to come
the gall to die and then forgive us
no, I don't wonder why
I wonder what he thought it would get us
hey hey, good try
tomorrow Wendy's going to die